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introduce pavarea drumurilor cu piatră spartă (cuvîntul "macadam" a fost creat în onoarea lui). *1816-1820 În Anglia urmează o perioadă lungă de neliniște socială; au loc numeroase demonstrații pentru reforme sociale și politice. *1816 Apare A Biographical Dictionary of the Living Authors of Great Britain and Ireland, în care este menționat și Blake, desi poezia să nu era prea bine cunoscută de publicul larg. ¶ Au loc revoltele luddiților împotriva mecanizării și tehnologizării societății; ei credeau că mașinăriile create pentru ușurarea muncilor
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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valleys wail'd în dismal fear. Four Mighty Ones are în every Man; a Perfect Unity Cannot Exist but from the Universal Brotherhood of Eden, The Universal Man, to Whom be Glory Evermore. Amen. What are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heav'nly Father only 10 Knoweth. No Individual knoweth, nor can know în all Eternity. Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & în the Earth Of a bright Universe, Empery attended day & night, Days & nights of revolving joy
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Generation of decay & death, & hîș 20 Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead. Begin with Tharmas, Parent pow'er, dark'ning în the West. "Lost! Lost! Lost! are my Emanations! Enion, O Enion, "We are become a Victim to the Living. We hîde în secret. "I have hidden Jerusalem în silent Contrition, O Pity Me. 25 "I will build thee a Labyrinth also: O pity me. O Enion, "Why has thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul? "Let her Lay
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forth on these rocks "Among the Clouds to tremble în the wind în solitude? "Where is the voice that lately woke the desart? where the Face "That wept among the clouds, & where the voice that shall reply? 135 "No other living thing is here. The Șea, the Earth, the Heaven, "And Enion, desolate; where art thou, Tharmas? O return." Three days she wail'd & three dark nights, sitting among the Rocks While the bright spectre hîd himself among the vailing clouds
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thou goest when with one Stîng of my tongue "Envenom'd thou roll'st inwards to the place whence I emerg'd." 150 She trembling answer'd: "Wherefore was I born, and what am I? "A sorrow & a fear, a living torment, & naked Victim. ["I thought to weave a Covering for my Sins from wrath of Tharmas.] "[Examining the sins of Tharmas I soon found my own. "O slay me not! thou art hîș wrath embodied în Deceit.] 155 "I thought
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all away from Los, And Los drave the Maleș from her away. They wander'd long, till they sat down upon the margin'd șea, Conversing with the visions of Beulah în dark slumbrous bliss. [Nine years they view the living spheres, Reading the Visions of Beulah.] 240 But the two youthful wonders wander'd în the world of Tharmas. "Thy name is Enitharmon," said the fierce prophetic boy. "While thy mild voice fills all thse caverns with sweet harmony, "O
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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Weeping; the Daughters of Beulah silent în the Porches Spread her a couch unknown to Enitharmon; here repos'd Jerusalem în slumbers soft, lull'd into silent rest. Terrific rag'd the Eternal wheels of intellect, terrific rag'd The living creatures of the wheels, în the Wars of Eternal life. 565 But perverse roll'd the wheels of Urizen & Luvah, back revers'd Downwards & outwards, consuming în the wars of Eternal Death. VALA Night the [Second] Rising upon hîș Couch
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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night. And when Luvah, age after age, was quite melted with woe, The fires of Vala faded like a shadow cold & pale, 115 An evanescent shadow; last she fell, a heap of Ashes Beneath the furnaces, a woful heap în living death. Then were the furnaces unseal'd with spades, & pickaxes Roaring let ouț the fluid: the molten metal ran în channels Cut by the plow of ages held în Urizen's strong hand 120 În many a valley, for the
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torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration. "The Lovers' night bears on my song "And the nine spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll. "They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand. 355 "The solemn, silent moon "Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs, "The birds & beasts rejoice & play, "And every one seeks for hîș mate to prove hîș inmost joy. "Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps; 360 "The deep lifts up hîș rugged head, "And lost în
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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to prove hîș inmost joy. "Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps; 360 "The deep lifts up hîș rugged head, "And lost în infinite hum[m]ing wings vanishes with a cry. "The fading cry is ever dying, "The living voice is ever living în its inmost joy. "Arise, you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy! 365 "Arise & drink your bliss! "For every thing that lives is holy; for the source of life "Descends to be a weeping babe
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joy. "Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps; 360 "The deep lifts up hîș rugged head, "And lost în infinite hum[m]ing wings vanishes with a cry. "The fading cry is ever dying, "The living voice is ever living în its inmost joy. "Arise, you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy! 365 "Arise & drink your bliss! "For every thing that lives is holy; for the source of life "Descends to be a weeping babe; "For the Earthworm renews
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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dainty. "I have planted a false oath în the earth; it has brought forth a poison tree. "I have chosen the serpent for a councellor, & the dog 390 " For a schoolmaster to my children. "I have blotted ouț from light & living the dove & nightingale, "And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door. "I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just. "I have taught pale artifice to spread hîș nets upon
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Enitharmon for Luvah hîd them în shadow " În a soft cloud outstretch'd across, & Luvah dwelt în the cloud.] "Then Man ascended mourning into the splendors of hîș palace, 50 "Above hîm roșe a Shadow from hîș wearied intellect "Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy; în white linen pure he hover'd, "A sweet entrancing self delusion, a wat'ry vision of Man "Soft exulting în existence, all the Man absorbing. "Man fell upon hîș face prostrate before the wat'ry
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thou hast rendered me." Șo Tharmas bellow'd o'er the ocean, thund'ring, sobbing, bursting. The bounds of Destiny were broken, & hatred now began Instead of love to Enion. Enion, blînd & age bent, Plung'd into the cold billows, living a life în midst of waters; 180 În terrors she wither'd away to Entuthon Benithon, A world of deep darkness where all things în horrors are rooted. These are the words of Enion, heard from the cold waves of
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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know thee: how are we alter'd, our beauty decay'd! 80 "But still I know thee, tho' în this horrible ruin whelm'd. "Thou, once the mildest son of heaven, art now become a Rage, "A terror to all living things; think not that I am ignorant "That thou art risen from the dead, or that, my power forgot, "I slumber here în weak repose. I well remember the Day, 85 "The day of terror & abhorrence... "When fleeing from the
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în the leaden air. But the soft pipe, the flute, the viol, organ, harp, & cymbal, And the sweet sound of silver voices calm the weary couch 25 Of Enitharmon; but her groans drown the immortal harps. Loud & more loud the living music floats upon the air, Faint & more faint the daylight wanes; the wheels of turning darkness Began în solemn revolutions. Earth, convuls'd with rending pangs, Rock'd to & fro & cried sore at the groans of Enitharmon. 30 Still the
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Could uproot the infernal chain, for it had taken root Into the iron rock & grew a chain beneath the Earth Even to the Center, wrapping round the Center; & the limbs Of Orc entering with fibres become one with hîm, a living Chain 170 Sustained by the Demon's life. Despair & Terror & Woe & Rage Inwrap the Parents în cold clouds aș they bend howling over The terrible boy, till fainting by hîș side, the Parents fell. Not long they lay; Urthona's
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with the gold of heaven. 230 "Thy pure feet step'd on the steps divine, too pure for other feet, "And thy fair locks shadow'd thine eyes from the divine effulgence, "Then thou didst keep with Strong Urthona the living gates of heaven, "But now thou art bow'd down with hîm, even to the gates of hell. "Because thou gavest Urizen the wine of the Almighty 235 "For Steeds of Light, that they might run în thy golden chariot
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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subject; Șo he threw hîș flight în terror & pain, & în repentant tears. When he had pass'd these southern terrors he approach'd the East, Void, pathless, beaten with dismal iron sleet, & eternal hail & rain. No form was there, no living thing, & yet hîș way lay thro' 150 This dismal world; he stood a while & look'd back over hîș former Terrific voyage, Hills & Vales of torment & despair! Sighing, & wiping a fresh tear, then turning round, he threw Himself into the
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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I dwell în dîm oblivion; brooding over me, the Enormous worlds "Reorganize me, shooting forth în bones & flesh & blood, 225 "I am regenerated, to fall or rîse at will, or to remain "A labourer of ages, a dîre discontent, a living woe "Wandering în vain. Here will I fix my foot & here rebuild. "Here Mountains of Brass promise much riches în their dreadful bosoms." Șo he began to form of gold, silver & iron 230 And brass, vast instruments to measure ouț
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obstinately resolv'd, Travelling thro' darkness; & wherever he travel'd a dîre Web Follow'd behind hîm, aș the Web of a Spider, dusky & cold, 245 Shivering across from Vortex to Vortex, drawn ouț from hîș mantle of years: A living Mantle adjoined to hîș life & growing from hîș soul. And the Web of Urizen stre[ț]ch'd direful, shivering în clouds, And uttering such woe, such burstings, such thunderings. The eyelids expansive aș morning & the Ears 250 Aș a
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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over Orc & view'd hîș terrible wrath; Sitting upon an iron Crag, at length hîș words broke forth: "Image of dread, whence art thou? whence is this most woful place? 45 "Whence these fierce fires, but from thyself? No other living thing "În all this Chasm I behold. No other living thing "Dare thy most terrible wrath abide. Bound here to waste în pain "Thy vital substance în these fires that issue new & new "Around thee, sometimes like a flood, & sometimes
by William Blake [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1122_a_2630]
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iron Crag, at length hîș words broke forth: "Image of dread, whence art thou? whence is this most woful place? 45 "Whence these fierce fires, but from thyself? No other living thing "În all this Chasm I behold. No other living thing "Dare thy most terrible wrath abide. Bound here to waste în pain "Thy vital substance în these fires that issue new & new "Around thee, sometimes like a flood, & sometimes like a rock 50 "Of living pangs, thy horrible bed
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I behold. No other living thing "Dare thy most terrible wrath abide. Bound here to waste în pain "Thy vital substance în these fires that issue new & new "Around thee, sometimes like a flood, & sometimes like a rock 50 "Of living pangs, thy horrible bed glowing with ceaseless fires "Beneath thee & around. Above, a shower of fire now beats, "Moulded to globes & arrowy wedges, rending thy bleeding limbs. "And now a whirling pillar of burning sands to overwhelm thee, "Steeping thy
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Began to blossom în fierce pain, shooting its writhing buds În throes of birth; & now, the blossoms falling, shining fruit 215 Appear'd of many colours & of various poisonous qualities, Of Plagues hidden în shining globes that grew on the living tree. The Spectre of Urthona saw the Shadow of Enitharmon Beneath the Tree of Mystery among the leaves & fruit. Redd'ning, the demon strong prepar'd the poison of sweet Love. 220 He turn'd from side to side în
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